Eren is often self-aware but there's a limit. He doesn't know why he agrees so easily, without argument or challenge. It's a rare thing to keep a mark; the last time he kept any injury at all, it was because he had to, self-inflicted wounds he couldn't afford to let heal, leaving lingering pain for endless months.
This mark doesn't hurt. He can't really even feel it, but he knows it's there. And with his hair up, like it is now, like it usually is, other people will know it's there. Reiner chose a place his shirt won't cover. Maybe no one will know or bother to guess who put it there. But Eren and Reiner will both know. There's something about that, the blatant open secret of it, the sense of belonging, of flaunting the heat of Reiner's mouth on his skin.
Any deeper implications in his head will have to wait until later, alone in the dark or the shower or whatever. He thinks idly of how to do it back. Just asking Reiner to let him with no stakes isn't as fun. He'll think of something eventually.
Eren is loathe to let him pull away. He's so good at being unmoored in his head. There could just be no one else here but them. The rest of the world could catch fire around them and he wouldn't even blink. He'd keep right on staring at Reiner's golden eyes and nothing else, keep demanding more of his kisses and words and attention while everything else fell apart.
As always, in the end it's probably a good thing they weren't on the same side. Eren's destruction is bad enough when it's only him causing it.
His eyes flick down to Reiner's mouth to watch him say that one predictable word. Then they drift back up, one side of his mouth setting back into that smirk again.
He doesn't think before he talks, because he often doesn't bother to.
"Tell me what your favourite thing is that you've done with someone who isn't me," he says, "then let me do it better." Ah, right. He whispers the last part, "Dare you."
cw implied sexual content
This mark doesn't hurt. He can't really even feel it, but he knows it's there. And with his hair up, like it is now, like it usually is, other people will know it's there. Reiner chose a place his shirt won't cover. Maybe no one will know or bother to guess who put it there. But Eren and Reiner will both know. There's something about that, the blatant open secret of it, the sense of belonging, of flaunting the heat of Reiner's mouth on his skin.
Any deeper implications in his head will have to wait until later, alone in the dark or the shower or whatever. He thinks idly of how to do it back. Just asking Reiner to let him with no stakes isn't as fun. He'll think of something eventually.
Eren is loathe to let him pull away. He's so good at being unmoored in his head. There could just be no one else here but them. The rest of the world could catch fire around them and he wouldn't even blink. He'd keep right on staring at Reiner's golden eyes and nothing else, keep demanding more of his kisses and words and attention while everything else fell apart.
As always, in the end it's probably a good thing they weren't on the same side. Eren's destruction is bad enough when it's only him causing it.
His eyes flick down to Reiner's mouth to watch him say that one predictable word. Then they drift back up, one side of his mouth setting back into that smirk again.
He doesn't think before he talks, because he often doesn't bother to.
"Tell me what your favourite thing is that you've done with someone who isn't me," he says, "then let me do it better." Ah, right. He whispers the last part, "Dare you."